Southbound

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June gloom rests low to the ground,

and sends the mist my way

south of Oceanside

I am alone inside, transforming,

learning present emotions

from convenience charge

And blossoms appear from the past,

blooming from hands and hearts

as I am held by my home

Sweet echoes are sent down paths,

I hold my breath to hear return

and smile when she responds